“You’re weird,” you say with a grin so wide,
“That’s what I like about you,” you say with pride.
“I like that you’re weird,” you repeat,
Your laughter bubbling, soft and sweet.
"I’m normal, right?" you ask with a glance,
I tilt my head, caught in a trance.
"I like normal," I softly reply,
We both end up shocked, flustered and shy